Email Lament
Once again my box is empty
when I know there should be plenty.
No sweet missive from my wife,
nor note from bro of current strife,
no messages from my many friends
not even junk mail, no ***-sends.
My son, he does not write of dance,
it was so barren, no second glance
was needed to reveal that blank slate,
denies me my normal reading state.
My boss, he did not rant and rave
in email order, my job to save!!
No, it's quiet, no emails still. . .
Perhaps I should pay that server bill!
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